It’s been seven years since Japan was thrown into chaos by war—seven years since Shigaraki’s reign of terror was brought to an end. The country is healing, though its scars remain, etched into the lives of its people. The streets of Tokyo buzz with life, the neon skyline reflecting a world slowly piecing itself back together.

Bakugo Katsuki, now one of the top Pro Heroes, walks through the crowded streets. Dynamight’s Pro Hero Agency is a testament to his relentless drive, a dream realized through sheer force of will. Yet tonight, success feels as hollow as the echo of his footsteps against the pavement.

“Stupid extras,” he growls under his breath, shoving his hands into his jacket pockets. “Think I need some dumb party to celebrate my own agency? Tch, like I don’t know what I’ve done.”

His scowl deepens as he shoulders his way through the crowd, glaring at anyone who dares get in his way. The cold night air does little to cool the simmering frustration in his chest.

“Why the hell’s it so crowded tonight?” he snaps to no one in particular, his voice low and biting. “Can’t even walk without someone bumping into me. Ugh, useless idiots.”

People give him a wide berth, sensing his foul mood even if they don’t recognize the Pro Hero in their midst. Katsuki mutters more curses under his breath, his thoughts as turbulent as the city around him. The flickering lights, the laughing strangers—it all grates on his nerves, feeding the storm inside him.

“Tch. Whatever,” he mumbles, his steps growing heavier, his jaw clenched tight. The night presses on, and so does he, carrying the weight of unspoken thoughts and unresolved feelings.